At the thought of the Dragon Core he had paid a hundred million for, Elder Ma's expression darkened further.
Fuck! Keeping customer information confidential? Making sure no one would come after us? All fucking lies.
Starlight Auction Hall is a fucking rip-off.
The more Elder Ma thought about it, the angrier he grew. His bony fingers clenched until they cracked, and the fury rising in his chest turned his old face black as the bottom of a pot.
In his mind, he cursed eighteen generations of Starlight Auction Hall's ancestors. From that smiling, treacherous auctioneer to the attendants at the entrance to the supposedly "absolutely secure" VIP room, not one of them was any good.
Reputation? Guarantees? All bullshit meant to fool people with more money than sense.
Hidden in the shadows, the man watching Elder Ma caught every change in his expression, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
One look at the old man's stormy face, and Feng Qingyang knew what he was thinking.
He knew that look all too well. He had seen it over a hundred times across both his lives. Elder Ma had clearly decided that Starlight Auction Hall had betrayed them and sold off its customers' information for next to nothing.
Feng Qingyang found it rather funny, but he had no reason to explain. Nor could he be bothered.
Let the old man keep misunderstanding. Starlight Auction Hall was taking the blame, not Feng Qingyang.
After all the dirty money Starlight Auction Hall had made, what was wrong with taking the blame for him once?
With a cold laugh, Feng Qingyang looked at Elder Ma's dark face. His low, sinister voice rang out again from every direction, echoing through the tower's nine levels.
"What? Don't want to hand it over...?"
His tone was light,